All the same, one of my pledgesisters still refuses to speak to me and spits the ground when my name is mentioned, according to mutual friends

My new favorite thing to do with cookie butter is to make cookies with it. Basically just a peanut butter cookie recipe but with cookie butter subbed in. Fucking amazing.

I wish I had been 'fired' from the last wedding party I was part of. The bride was...what's the opposite of a Bridezilla? I don't know if there's a word for it, but it proved to be just as disastrous. Refused to make any decisions, completely uncommunicative about actual plans, seemed to have no interest in going…

They are such a vibrant, beautiful color. And I love the texture of them. Perfection.

THOSE ARE THE BEST OLIVES!

Thank you, fellow watermelon-hater. I've always felt so alone. Melon is fucking disgusting.

My morning reminder that people are utterly awful.

Hello, fellow J train sufferer. This guy is the worst. Also, he's voice is particularly penetrating, and trying to drown him out with my ipod is hard.

Oh my god, I think this is the dickbag who I often hear on the J train on my way to work in the morning. Fantastic.

I sat with her for a weekend once when I was volunteering a convention, handling money for autographs and photos. She is all kinds of awesome. (Plus she tipped me $200)

Can someone please start a Christopher Pike book club?

The air bubble thing is pretty much the only thing I remember about that book, even though I read it multiple times as a kid.

I must have checked "Remember Me" out of the library a dozen times. I am now tempted to find a copy and reread it, but I'm not sure if I want to risk spoiling my fond memories of it.

I thought maybe the line about the robot was a joke. But, holy shit, it wasn't.

alcoholic comedians

Man, skin crawling is so not the reaction I have to Kevin Spacey's Underwood voice.

"I bet that girl who has 9 special needs family members lets them play with her big titties every now and then cuz what else right?"

My Junior year of college I got high with a couple of friends in my dorm room. I'd smoked plenty of time before, but this particular instance it didn't agree with me. I got paranoid and my movements (to me anyway) seemed jerky and slightly off-kilter.

Curse him for being so likable all the time.

Yeah. Spoilers don't necessarily "ruin" things, but I feel like that sense of real shock with books/movies/films is rare enough that I do get upset when I find something major out before hand. I've watched The Usual Suspects a hundred times, and I love the movie as a whole, but it will never live up to the "holy…